Being now recovered of my second illness, I was desirous to make all the haste I could to pass the seas and become religious, thinking God required it of me, as some return of gratitude, but I found many strong oppositions. My father consulted many Fathers of the Society, virtuous and prudent men, and all concluded it was a rashness in me to undertake such a journey at that time, that the year being far advanced and the weather cold, I might get a sickness and be sent back again. Father Sabran sent word I should not be in so much haste for fear of casting myself down, and my sister, a religious, represented the hardships they suffered in winter for want of fire. All this did not satisfy me. I importuned my father to get a pass, telling him I was sure it was God's will, and that St. Xaverius would take care of me, at which I remember he smiled and said, if he were sure the Saint had told me so he would give me leave without further delay. I answered nothing then, but remembered what our Lord had said to me in prayer, which carried me through all these difficulties. Being sometimes oppressed with what people said, I had some fear and mistrust whether it were God's will or no that I should go that winter. I made my prayer and begged light to know what I should do in this case.